LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Jan 27, 2010 17:26:28 GMT -5
Artemis, coldcocked from slamming into the dashboard, moaned loudly as Joey clambered onto the turncoat vehicle, turning the Innie's shaved head into a bloody paint that covered the far half of the vehicle in a red tinge. Slumping in his seat, the traitor died without so much as a scream of pain, blood seeping from the soaked stump, covering the soldier and the black leather seat in a film of congealed ebony blood.
But the racking of a shotgun's pump told Joey of his audacious mistake. There was a passenger that he had not thought to look for. A shadow rose from the passenger's side, and a flash of light temporarily blinded the Spartan-II, followed by a searing pain in his shoulder. Joey, taking a direct hit in his left shoulder by a hunting shotgun, was knocked into the air, soaring backwards, landing unceremoniously on his back. His shields screamed of their temporary depletion. His armor had taken the brunt of the blast, but blood was seeping slowly from beneath his armor. A relatively minor wound, considering he would have been shredded into pieces if he hadn't been wearing the Mjolner armor. And although the wound was minor, there was a nasty dent in his armor, a convex indentation that was digging into his torso. He would have to patch himself up when he got to HQ.
"There's more where that came from!" A voice yelled, bringing Joey back into the present. He'd landed right by the LAAG's front left tire, and the Insurectionist was right in his line of sight, the dark-as-night barrel of his shotgun a mineshaft of death, trained on the Spartan. And Joey had dropped his rifle, just out of reach. Something fired just above the soldier's visored-helmet. But before he could see what happened, a small, superheated javelin pierced the early-morning dusk, knocking away the weapon. Next Artemis took out the turncoats knee's, long thin, cooling blades plunged into his knee caps.
The Innie screamed for mercy, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes as he crumpled to his knees, gently probing the blades, as he tried to control his labored breathing, moaning gently for mercy. His life was in Joey's hands.
EXECUTION: Now is your chance, soldier. Here is your choice. You decide whether the Insurrectionist whelp lives or dies. He is weaponless, and dying. You can draw your weapon and put him out of his misery, or take him prisoner. The choice is yours to make.
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Post by Blade Knight on Jan 28, 2010 1:29:25 GMT -5
“Nnnhhhh…”
SPARTAN-105 grunted painfully as he sat up and got to his knees. His shoulder felt bad. He knew it was bleeding. Not bad enough to require a dose of biofoam, but the limb’s mobility would be hampered for a while. But thanks largely to the uniquely-shaped Mark VI CQB shoulder plate, he still had a left arm.
His Battle Rifle had been knocked from his hand, but because it was attached to the sling he wore, the weapon was not lost to the pitch darkness. The Innie bastard, however, had been disarmed, his threat effectively neutralized by Artemis’s timely intervention.
“Thanks brother,” Joey grunted as he got to his feet. He was one part pissed as hell for letting this punk get the drop on him, but two parts embarrassed as well. His emotion showed in his tone. "I'll take it from here."
He stood over his would-be assailant for a grim, silent moment. The Spartan looked around at the jungle floor, walked over by the ex-Innie Warthog, picked up the fallen shotgun, and returned to the injured man. He made a show of rotating his left arm a bit, feeling the pain flash up his shoulder with each twist. Joey made no noise, no sound or expression that might indicate he was hurt.
Then, in a sudden, aggressive motion, he seized the Innie by the color, lifted him off the ground, and slammed him into a nearby tree…all with only his left arm. He was a Spartan. No matter the pain, he could push his body, regardless of injury, beyond any normal human limitation. He made sure the rebel knew he had accomplished nothing by shooting him.
With his right hand, he shoved the barrel of the shotgun under the Insurrectionist’s chin.
“I really want to kill you,” the super-soldier hissed at the rebel in a rough, but strangely emotionless voice. “Tell me how many men you have out here and what your plans are, and I MIGHT reconsider!”
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LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Jan 30, 2010 10:41:24 GMT -5
Joey:
The turncoat grinned, an uneven, intestine-churning smile, as he said, "More than you can count." and ejected an orb of bloody spit that arced through empty space and splattered on Joey's T-shaped visor.
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Post by Blade Knight on Jan 30, 2010 14:43:41 GMT -5
Huh. Imagine that. First he’s begging for mercy, then he’s trying to act defiant in the face of his enemy. Did he think Joey was bluffing? Too bad. Spitting on a Spartan was a bad idea.
There was a deep, powerful BAM! That echoed through the desolate jungle, and everything inside the Innie’s skull became splattered across the tree. Joey let the mostly headless body drop, then tossed down the shotgun as well.
Turning away without a second thought, he returned to Atremis, wiping the crimson spittle off his visor as he did so.
“Green One,” he addressed Artemis by his Green team call sign, an indicator that Joey had something formally mission-related to say. “Requesting permission to split up.”
The turncoat’s dying words had just given Joey an idea…
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LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Jan 30, 2010 18:55:45 GMT -5
The Innie had finally recuperated enough of his courage, despite enormous agony, only to have his head blown off. Blood and brain slivers jetted into the night, soaking into the bark of the tree behind him. The headless body still spewed blood as Joey dropped the warm corpse to the ground.
Artemis, sitting back in his seat, placing his Spiker Rifle in his lap, glanced back at Joey, as his comrade turned to face him
"Permission granted. Whats your plan?" Artemis asked calmly once Joey brought up a new game plan.
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Post by Blade Knight on Jan 31, 2010 0:14:12 GMT -5
Joey pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the yellow jeep. “To give the Innies back their warthog.”
Time was short. The Spartans needed to get to Dimitri fast. If Joey went first in the captured warthog, he could be a huge distraction to the horde of rebels swarming Dimitri’s position, giving Artemis time to pick up Dimitri in the gauss hog.
The civilian-model warthog had no formal weapon, but it could be used as a beast of a battering ram, and he’d have the element of surprise since they wouldn’t expect their own vehicle to run them over. He’d reduce their numbers, and once Artemis and Dimitri joined the fight, the enemy would have to split their fire between two targets.
It was a solid strategy. All Joey needed was the go order, and he’d be off.
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LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Jan 31, 2010 18:56:15 GMT -5
"Okay, Green Two, Come in from the North side, and i'll come in from the South." Artemis commanded, sliding into the drivers side, curling his fingers around the handlebars.
"Oh, and you might need this." Artemis added, unclamping the twin-barreled Rocket Launcher, fully loaded, plus four extra rockets, giving him a total of six missiles. The Team Leader held it out for Joey to take, waiting patiently for the other Spartan to take it.
Weapon(s) Added: Rocket Launcher, and Six extra Shots
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 1, 2010 1:28:03 GMT -5
“Roger that,” Joey confirmed, taking the ordnance from Artemis. He placed the loaded M41 MAV/AW Rocket Launcher on his back, letting the smart magnetic connection latch the heavy weapon to him. He secured two of the extra rockets beside the launcher, and the other two replaced the magnum pistols on each thigh, which he stowed in a large belt pouch. With his Battle Rifle hanging from its sling on his chest to top off his armament, the Spartan was significantly geared up.
After relieving the captured warthog of its previous operator and squeezing into the driver‘s seat, Joey started up the engine and snapped off a salute to Artemis.
“Good luck!” he called.
And with that, he gunned it out into the dark jungle. Using his HUD’s satellite-imagery TACMAP feature to guide him, he steered his vehicle to the area Dimitri designated with the flare earlier, making sure to approach the AO from the north as Artemis had specified.
Dimitri had said he was holed up in a ravine in a field somewhere ahead of Joey’s current heading. He was rapidly approaching the edge of the tree line, and soon he would enter the battlefield. His stomach churned with pre-battle adrenaline and excitement. He did not really know what to expect to find once he burst forth from the forest, but Dimitri and Artemis were counting on him to do his best.
Here goes nothing… the Spartan thought to himself as he emerged…
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LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 1, 2010 21:43:21 GMT -5
Artemis returned a crisp salute to his second in command, before revving up the LAAG, and disappeared into the brush, as Joey moved closer to Dimitri's last known location, emerging from the brush, onto a vast battlefield. Had Joey not known, he would have been tempted to believe that this battle had been raging for a day or so. Huge craters dented the previously lush jungle floor, splintered trees providing an assortment of speed bumps. Many trees had been set ablaze too, like divine torches marking the edge of the battlefield. The battlezone itself was roughly five hundred feet long, by two hundred feet wide, with all of the destruction focusing in on one point. The opening was thin, parting into a small plain, then, 200 hundred feet east, the jungle resumed.
That point was right in Dimitri's lap. Joey could plainly see the lone warrior's shoulders, neck and head protruding over a small ditch, blasting at an unseen enemy with his Assault rifle, the muzzlefire giving away his position. Joey was on the northern most point of the battlefield, and it would take him a good while to reach him.
A group of soldiers, probably Insurectionist, adorned in the thick plate armor of the obsolete TITAN class body armor, lumbered out from the safety of the Perdition Jungle. The plan had worked.
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 1, 2010 22:25:14 GMT -5
[PLAY BACKGROUND MUSIC][CONTINUE MUSIC THROUGH POSTS UNTIL "STOP" PROMPT]
The plan was working! SPARTAN-105 gazed out at the battlefield with firm resolve. He was going to fight for his teammate, and give the Innies hell for as long as it took Artemis to extract Dimitri.
“Get ready,” he muttered to Sigrid. “This is going to get rough!”
He sped at what felt like an inconspicuous speed toward the heavy footmobiles, until he reached a distance of about one hundred feet away from them. Then he floored the warthog, causing the engine to rev loudly as he gunned it at full speed at the rebel soldiers, tearing through their ranks like a bowling ball through a formation of squishy, human pins!
He turned hard and applied the e-brake, causing the hog to drift sideways at the end of his run, spin around, and begin a second charge through the enemy.
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 2, 2010 21:20:54 GMT -5
The Warthog tore through the Insurectionist ranks like a chainsaw through flesh, and swerved quickly, surging towards another wave of oncoming enemies, before the first set of soldiers could even begin crying out in agony, jouncing over downed trees.
"Yo, Johnny, Its me!" Joey heard one of the Innie's scream in the darkness, before he became a living speed bump, thudding loudly underneath the vehicles belly. The Warthog screamed through yet another group of Turncoats, roaring through them, blood spraying onto the warthogs hood, with a nearly uniform chorus of Ku-chunk, Ku-chunk of each Innie that was turned into a bloody mush.
After Joey raced through the second group of soldiers, a sudden explosion deep on the eastern edge of the woods, a brief flash of yellow light, a trail of smoke arcing through the air, leading to the ground 10 feet in front of Joey's Hog, creating a large explosion. The detonation rocked Joey in his seat, as the sound of a joyous roar filled his TEAMCOM, it was Artemis. And Joey had gotten the Innie's attention.
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 2, 2010 21:30:57 GMT -5
Joey went bouncing around madly with every rebel that was run down by the merciless warthog. It was truly a terrible way to die - to get hit by a vehicle, and even more cruel that the Innies at first thought it was their own friend in the driver’s seat. That deception wasn’t going to last much longer.
Suddenly, what seemed like a rocket blasted a crater in the ground right in front of Joey’s warthog! Joey swerved hard to avoid it, so hard he could only hope the hog wouldn’t flip. As he turned away from the crater, he also glanced over at the enemy to see what they were doing and where they were as he got ready for a third pass.
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 3, 2010 21:35:40 GMT -5
The warthog swerved in just enough time, avoiding a giant smoking crater in the chunk of ground in front of him, shrapnel exlpoding outward, a shard of superheated metal tearing through the hood of Joey's vehicle. Luckily, the bowling ball-sized shrapnel made just a glancing shot, creating a large gap in the center of the hood, before ricocheting and plunging into the thick windsheild, the glass cracking in a spiderweb of fractures. The Spartan jerked the wheel sideways, sending it into a sudden fishtail, the back tires reluctant to submit to the axle, and the vehicle threatened to tip for just a moment, but quickly subsided as Green-Two regained control.
Once he checked for the enemies movement, he realized that they were pulling away from Joey, and began to converge once more on Dimitri's position, the mortars raining down around the lone supersoldier. Joey noticed that the Mortar Launchers, the brunt of them at least, were all midway through the opening, at the edge of the jungle, on a small incline. The iconic roar of an LAAG's engine exploded into existence, Artemis loosing an ecstatic battlecry as the Warthog leapt out of the underbrush, landing with a thud, bounced once, and rushed forward. Joey could just imagine the Innsurectionist redirecting the mortars on the heavy warthog, sighting Artemis in for the kill...
Joey wasn't too far from the Mortars, maybe two hundred feet, and if he wanted, he could manage steering his vehicle, while aiming the M41 MAV/AW Rocket Launcher, and if he could line his sights up with the Mortars...
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 7, 2010 15:18:28 GMT -5
Ah… so that’s what just blew a hole in front of me…
The Spartan recognized the dark, looming silhouettes of mortar launchers on a rise not too far from his position. They continued to fire, causing bright flashes in the dusk and claps of booming thunder with every blast, raining destruction across the battlefield. Ordnance like that was always a problem to deal with… and in this case, a problem that suddenly got much more pressing.
When Artemis emerged, making his run to scoop up Dimitri, the mortars turned their attention on him. Artemis had no gunner, no backup. Joey had to help.
A plan formulated almost instantly in his mind. As usual, it was a high-risk, high-payoff tactic, the likes of which SPARTAN-105 was well known for. His objective: Eliminate as much of the mortar threat as quickly as possible. He resolved to not let anything stop him from defending his teammates.
Joey sat up in his seat as he raced for the mortar battery, flooring the hog as hard as he could push the machine to go. Just before reaching the mortars, he made a final, tremendous turn, sending the warthog skidding sideways at the launchers so hard and so fast the vehicle was guaranteed to roll. As he felt the vehicle begin to tip over, He leaped out of the side, grabbing the rocket launcher from his back as he did so. He hit the ground with his left shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain, but he fought through it as he sighted at the tumbling warthog’s belly.
He let the momentum of the ‘hog to crash through at least one mortar before he opened fire. With a great whoosh and a powerful backblast, a rocket streaked out at the vehicle, aimed at it’s underside. Joey intended to use it like a giant bomb to take out or cripple the mortars in one spectacular blow.
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LoneWolf
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 15, 2010 21:01:27 GMT -5
SO SORRY for my week-long absence, there was a family emergency, making me incapable of updating this RP. As a token of my absence, all players are awarded 10 Points to update their profile.
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Joey:
The Warthog's engine screamed in defiance as it screamed through the air, slamming loudly, kicking up loose dirt as it rolled into 3 of the 4 mortars, instantly eviscerating the long range weapons and their masters. Joey leveled his weapon, and squeezed the trigger. A palid plume of smoke sputtered from the Launcher's rear, and a single missle streaked through the air, trailing smoke, a tail of fire lighting its way. Making small circles in the air, the projectile quickly detonating over the 'hogs exposed fuselage. Instantaneously, the civilian hog erupted into a ball of fire, consuming the hillside in a ball of crimson fire, wells of debris leaping into the sky, before gravity brought the rubble back to pluto's surface. That was it. The Mortars were destroyed.
Before Joey could even think about the pain soaring up his arm from the sudden crash, the all too familiar sound of a Warthog nearly deafened him, as Artemis sped up to him, Dimitri at the gun, swiveled around, firing at the enemy. More and more soldiers were seeping out from their refuge of the woods, firing at the trio of spartans, dirt exploding in tufts at Joey's feet.
"Get in."
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 16, 2010 14:25:20 GMT -5
Jeez… Sorry Wolf, that sounds awful. Hope everything’s okay. ----------- (10) COMBAT ATTRIBUTE POINTS RECEIVED PROFILE (SPARTAN-105) UPDATED ------------ [END BACKGROUND MUSIC]Joey scrambled to his feet as the warthog approached, happily bearing a recently recovered Dimitri. As bullets cracked the air around him, he grabbed the side of the hog as it passed and swung himself into the side seat so they wouldn’t have to slow down. “Good to have you back!” the Spartan greeted his teammate. “Now, let’s get to that city!” Now that their half of the squad was back together, Joey wondered what became of the others in the Pelican. There had been no word from them since the ambush. “Sigrid,” he suggested to the AI he still carried. “See if you can raise the Metcom while we fight our way out of here.”
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 21, 2010 21:21:43 GMT -5
So sorry for my late update, my computer has been on the fritz. I will try to keep updating more regularly, but i've been rather busy, so i can't make any promises. JOEY: “Yessir.” Was Sigrid’s response, as he used a mixture of Joey’s COM, and his own unique contact frequencies, and his ability to bypass protocol that would consume precious minutes. And within moments, Sigrid had spoken up once more. “Your friends are on their way… And they are bringing a vulture.” The AI claimed, his voice barely containing his excitement. The vulture, an advanced aerial super-unit, could survive a prolonged Scarab Tank plasma blast, and still be functional. It was bulky, and slow, resembling a larger version of the Pelican Troop Carrier, and could deal jaw-dropping damage, flattening mountainsides. But what the Vulture lost in speed it made up for in pure durability, and was heading his way. The battered warthog jumped forward, parallel jets of dirt jumping out from behind the rear tires as it lurched forward, Dimitri still firing into the unlimited onslaught of enemy troops. All the while Artemis steered the battle-damaged vehicle into the woods, closer to Perdition, closer to safety, closer to their objective. And now, as the trio of SPARTAN’s sped up a muddy embankment, to find a field of enemies, all closing in. There must have been over fifty of them, all gaping at the lone Warthog as it hurtled down towards them. Artemis was trying to drive past them. It was smart, considering they couldn’t survive a stand-up fight of fifty against three. Even for SPARTAN odds, that was pushing it. “HOLD ON!” Artemis roared, as bullets pinged against the battered warthog’s exterior. The chorus of gunfire increased as the Warthog sped deeper into the field. It wouldn’t take long to bypass them, but if Joey purge of some tiresome Insurrectionists, then this ride might be shortened quickly.
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 21, 2010 22:08:05 GMT -5
“Copy that,” the Spartan acknowledged Sigrid’s report.
Joey added his fire to Dimitri’s gauss blasts, an effort to thin the crowd and reduce the number of guns shooting at them. He sat up in his seat, aiming the rocket launcher at whatever spot would appear to host the largest concentration of enemies.
Once the rocket was away, his launcher was empty. He tried his best to ignore the wild evasive motions of Artemis’s driving and pop open the tube, slide in two fresh rockets, and finish reloading as quick as he could. Then, if possible, he’d release those two shots into the crowd as well.
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Post by LoneWolf on Feb 22, 2010 16:03:32 GMT -5
JOEY:
The constant discharging of the Gauss Cannon played hell with Joey's night vision as the last rocket in his launcher detonated at the feet of a thick cluster of Innie's, in an explosion of crimson gore and a hail of bloody limbs. The experienced veteran then reloaded with astonishing ease, almost reflexively: click off the safety, slide up the rocket exchange port, slide in the twin rockets, and close the port. With two more rockets, Joey easily loosed two more explosives into yet another cluster of foes, detonating in the center of the tight group, detonating and sending the unlucky turncoats into the air.
The battered hog lurched out of the field, the greater majority of the enemies unconscious or dead, the vehicle was running out of steam, smoke was beginning to roil from the hood, the windsheild was shattered, along with numerous pockmarks and bulletholes. The sun was distant, but the sun was rising nonetheless, and aside from giving Joey more light to see by, the far-off star illuminated the Rocket Launchers the Insurectionists were branding.
But before the turncoats could fire though, a powerful roar came from the north, loud enough to make the audio in Joey's helmet numb the sound to prevent possible ear damage. It was the Vulture assault ship, soaring through the air. It was slow for an aircraft, but had an enormous arsenal to make up for it.
"Did I miss the party?" That was from Byren, who was obviously piloting the Vulture. The ship was still a good distance away, but was quickly closing, when a NAV point, a peach-colored arrow pointed at a point 357.582 meters north.
"Here's your RV point. ETA is 20 seconds." Byren said as the Vulture soared through the air towards the rendezvous point. Before the three Spartans could respond, a trio of civilian warthogs emerged from the foliage behind them, all covered in the same yellow paint job as the one Joey had "borrowed". And the trio of vehicles were filled with bellowing occupants that fired their aged assault weapons.
Once Joey and Dimitri were ready, Artemis put the pedal to the medal, shooting the warthog forward, the urine-colored vehicles not far behind them.
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Post by Blade Knight on Feb 24, 2010 13:14:23 GMT -5
As he reloaded his rocket launcher again, Joey's attention was captured by the sudden appearance of more enemy warthogs. Three this time.
"What are they thinking?" the Spartan wondered out loud. The Insurrectionists' civilian-model vehicles, with their lack of mounted weaponry, were barely a threat to three Spartans in a Gauss 'Hog. Although, he supposed that three Spartans in a Gauss 'Hog was probably a heavier, slower force than the lighter mechanized enemy on their tail. Could they be trying to close in and use handheld weapons? Or even try to board them? Were they that desperate?
Regardless, they'd be in the clear less then half a minute from now. With the Vulture's firepower backing up Dimitri's already-formidable gauss cannon, those Innies should be toast no matter what they tried.
Wait...
That's when it clicked. If the hostile vehicles used their superior speed to close in, The Vulture would risk friendly fire. Not only was it an attack, they were covering their asses in the process. Clever rebels...
"Bryen, be advised! Hostile vehicles inbound on our six! Watch what you target!"
Twisting around in his seat, Joey leaned out sideways to get a good line of fire on the rapidly approaching enemy. Looks like they'd have to deal with this personally.
"Take 'em out before they close!" he shouted to Dimitri. At the same time, his brain was analyzing velocities, trajectories, and time. Trying to anticipate where the hostile warthog group would be in the time it took his rocket to fly, he lined up a shot that, if successful, would impact the lead 'hog, or possibly have a chance of hitting a different one should it miss.
With a squeeze of the trigger, his rocket was away in a blast of smoke.
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